Jaxen POV
The liaison relayed Scarlett’s message word for word: she didn’t want me anywhere near her.
I pinched the bridge of my nose hard enough to feel the pressure in my sinuses, canceled the pickup, and ordered the jet to turn around toward A City.
Bigger fires needed putting out, but my wolf didn’t care.
He was pacing, restless, the memory of her scent, uniquely hers, still sharp in my head from the last time I’d been close enough to catch it.
Every mile of distance felt like a personal insult.
Ashford was the worst of the current messes.
They’d been using my name, telling people Liliana and I were engaged, raising capital on the back of a lie. Straight-up fraud.
Charlotte met me at the airport, talking fast, laying it out while my wolf surged under my skin, a low snarl vib
